Dance, I've had enough already anyways

Right one cue, one of my favorite songs came on and I squealed. Casey had the same idea, it seemed, chugging her drink and leading the other girl out to dance. We only pushed over one or two people on our way to the middle of the dance floor, where we formed a little circle and started dancing. A few other people from our party followed, expanding the circle. A few girls started grinding on the guys who came out while the rest of us just enjoyed the music and fun atmosphere.

The dance floor itself was virtually unlit and empty of furniture aside from the flashing multicolored lights mounted near the DJ's booth. We kept dancing, even as the room filled up and it got harder to move without bumping into someone. I danced with a few guys in a mostly innocent way, letting one or two twirl me around or rhythmically bump into me. Meanwhile, a few girls had disappeared to parts unknown and many more were virtually fucking on the dance floor based on how they were grinding on guys. Casey was making out with somebody I had seen briefly at the party, lifted up by him with her legs wrapped fully around his waist and his hands roaming her back and ass. It probably would've gotten them kicked out by a bouncer at another bar, but this seemed like pretty typical behavior here.

By now, the little dancing circle we were in was dissolved into the larger crowd and there were more strangers around me than people I knew. I could always go back to the private bar area, and I was feeling pretty thirsty, but it might be more fun to dance here. A tallish guy bumped into me from behind, evidently pushed by someone else while he was dancing. I made brief eye contact with him as we danced; he was pretty cute, and he gave me a nice smile while politely not getting any closer.